[From home. Too bad for her vague ideas of forcing Kobra's hand by finding some of her own.

She eyes the sharp bits on his belt approvingly. For months she'd carried sharpened pieces of debris in place of a proper weapon and she knew the value of using whatever could be found as a means to kill. Batteries only lasted so long out in the Zones, after all. Any good runner had to learn to improvise.]

They got some good junk, yeah. Plenty of that could do some damage. Might even fetch a few shinies if we get to someplace with trade.

[She looks back to the gun, letting herself have one more moment of envy before she swallows it and moves on.]

Those guns ain't runnin' on lasers. You use bullets?